
The trees are bare, the sun is cold,
And seldom, seldom seen;
The heavens have lost their zone of gold,
And earth her robe of green.
From The Bluebell, Emily Brontë





photos 1,4 + 6; private
photos 2, 3 +5; Top Cat
A quick weekend meet-up, taking advantage of the very short bluebell season.
When I saw Jil's recent post on the bluebell wood I mentioned it to my friends, and one of them said there was a similar one near to him. So, after a seemingly never ending day at work, we took a short car ride, and ended up here.
Bluebells are one of my favourite flowers, up there with daisies and hydrangeas.
What are your favourites?
On me: T; Arctic Monkeys (on American Apparel). Shorts; Fat Face. Tights; Primark. Shoes; Topshop. Necklace, Accessorize.